#Chapter128
/"Go and take a shower, Isaac,/" I said to him once I opened the door. /"Clothes are in the wardrobe, Pyjamas are in the chest of drawers. You're welcome to whatever./"
I think I even had a set of Isaac's clothes here from when I had washed them.
Taking the stairs two at a time rather than answer me, the blond-haired boy vanished. Stripping along the way to the washing machine, I was naked by the time I reached it, shoving the clothes in, ready to set them to wash once I had gathered Isaac's as well.
There were two bathrooms, but only one of them had a shower or tub. I wrapped a towel around my waist and waited for Isaac to be done. He still couldn't look at me when he was done. I couldn't look away. Towel around his hips and water cascading down his lean, toned form... it made my own shower very interesting.
